A short and sweet Wallaby tale.

Sun Apr 04, 2010 2:54 am

Wed. I somehow managed to miss hours of fun most people were having. I took two tows but didn't stay up on either.

Thr. Flew around the ranch for 2.5 hours. Wans't an easy day, but lots of fun.

Fri. The plan was to head south (upwind) to some bell tower about 22 miles away. I had radio issues with a short making communication almost impossible.
Nibs launched right before me, and I was hoping to keep up with him. He climbs faster than my fat arse, so I new he would be hardmto hang with.
Climbs were solid, but not very high. The winds were also pretty strong and after one attempt to go upwind I kind of gave up.
About 30 minutes later I was in a position to chase Mike Barber upwind. I made it to his thermal and climbed with him a bit. He left as I was climbing up. I the Jeff's and 2 or 3 other topless gliders went zooming by me, so I followed them a little farther upwind.
Again I worked a thermal with them, but this time I was in the mix as they started peeling off and going upwind. I made another turn or two, so I would be in the right position to pimp off their search for lift. As they got very small and very low, I headed out on my own to see if I could find something.
I got about as low and far away as I dared and found nothing. I headed back to the field and spent the rest of my flight wasting altitude, and climbing back up. It took me forever to NOT run into lift on my way to land.
Finally almost 3 hours later I landed, tore down, and headed for home.